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Posted on Thursday, 8 May 2008
Darcy smiled brightly as he saw Wesley approach his table at White's. He stood and exchanged a hug with his friend. "Wesley! It is good to see you!"
"Darcy!" Wesley returned. "Good to see you whole and hale. No beastly encounters in Hertfordshire?" ‘Beastly encounters' had long been the term the two friends used to refer to matchmaking mothers and daughters.
Darcy chuckled and invited his friend to sit with him. "As you see, I am unscathed. A pleasant visit on the whole."
"And how is Bingley's foray into the ranks of the gentry?"
"He has his hands plenty full, but is faring well enough." With a chuckle, Darcy added, "At least his steward has not gone running yet."
Wesley shared in Darcy's amusement, though his curiosity was piqued. It was not like Darcy to jest, at least not recently. "And Miss Bennet?" he inquired.
Darcy started, then recalling he had written him of her, said with alacrity, "She is well. She and Georgiana have become fast friends and have promised to correspond." Hesitantly he added, "We are to return to Hertfordshire near the end of the week."
"You are returning?"
Darcy cleared his throat lightly. There was something suspicious in Wesley's tone; and he was not sure he liked the direction of the conversation. "Georgiana wished to spend the remaining time before Christmas with Miss Elizabeth... and Miss Bennet." He mentioned Jane almost as an afterthought, hoping to quell any questions Elizabeth's name alone might raise. Unfortunately his ploy did not work.
"Miss Elizabeth must have made quite an impression on you, as well, to be returning so readily," Wesley said with a smirk. "I found your letter rather intriguing."
Darcy shifted in his chair, giving him time to raise his guard. Wesley was wheedling for information he was not ready to divulge. He and Elizabeth had agreed not to mention their engagement to anyone outside the family. As much as he trusted his friend, there was still a chance Elizabeth might change her mind, and he was loath to do anything that might cause her any embarrassment. "We are friends, as we were before."
"I would hardly call your previous relationship with Miss Elizabeth friendly. You two were always plotting against each other." With a laugh he added, "I shall never forget the look on your face the morning you found Odin with his mane and tail tied up in colourful ribbons."
Darcy could not but laugh. Not that he would ever admit such a thing to Elizabeth, but he had deserved that particular prank. He knew better than to laugh at lady's hair style. He had simply been so surprised the first time Elizabeth wore her hair pinned up and curled, he could not help himself. She had retaliated in a very fitting manner.
"Miss Elizabeth must be what, nineteen now," Wesley commented.
"A bit older than that," Darcy corrected. He cursed to himself. The words had spilled out of his mouth before he could stop them. Blakeslee was sure to notice the quick correction. He shifted in his seat, ready to do to battle.
"So she is out?"
Darcy nodded the affirmative.
"I imagine she turned out to be a rather pretty thing. I recall she always had the most expressive eyes."
Almost instantly, an image of Elizabeth's sparkling eyes came to the forefront of Darcy's mind. He could hear her laughter and see her smile as she teased him. He took a sip of wine to hide his discomfort. "She is pretty in her own way," he answered.
"In her own way?"
"All right," Darcy conceded, "she is pretty by most standards." At another pointed look from Wesley, Darcy threw up his hands in surrender. "She is pretty."
Wesley returned a triumphant smile. "So how is it Bingley's estate happened to be located in Hertfordshire?"
"Mere coincidence."
"Bingley does not buy a waist coat without your approval, yet he managed to purchase an estate without you knowing?" His arched brow spoke of his disbelief.
"I have been busier than usual this summer. And he leased the estate. I travelled with him to give my opinion on purchasing it."
"So, Bingley happens to lease an estate three miles from the home of your pretty father's goddaughter."
"Yes. We met at a town assembly and picked up where we left off."
"Friends."
Believing the inquisition to be over, Darcy nodded and took a long drink of wine.
Wesley chose that moment to ask, "Are you going to court her?"
Darcy managed to swallow most of his wine, but choked on a small bit. After a coughing fit, he said, "Court her?" Then, taking another moment to collect himself, he added, "She is a friend."
Wesley chuckled at Darcy's reaction, knowing he had uncovered something. "It was just a question. You are both single. You were friends when you were younger. It would not be unheard of for you to court her."
"Must you pressure me to marry as well?"
"You manage to escape your aunt's company easily enough, so she must resort to paying me to do it for her."
"I did not realize Trentholm was in such dire straits."
"Touché. Very well, enough about your Miss Elizabeth. You will be at Pemberley for Christmas?"
Darcy thought to correct him, but decided it was best to let things lie. Besides, he was not exactly incorrect. Elizabeth would be his, so long as she did not change her mind. He felt an unfamiliar sensation course through him but chose to ignore it. "Yes. The Fitzwilliam family will be joining Georgiana and me there."
"I leave for Trentholm in a few days, though Mother is insisting on returning to London for Twelfth night." At Darcy's expectant look, he added, "She is hoping I meet the future Lady Blakeslee."
Darcy chuckled and shook his head in commiseration. "I wish you all the best then, my friend." Tentatively he asked, "Will you remain in London then after Twelfth Night?"
"I had not decided, but I imagine for a bit anyway. Why do you ask?"
Darcy shrugged, trying to appear casual. It was, in fact, important for him to have his friend in London when Elizabeth arrived. Wesley and his mother were necessary allies in gaining Elizabeth's acceptance amongst the ton. "Trying to ascertain the countess' determination is all."
"No more so than most years."
"I intend to be at Pemberley a week before Christmas. You and your family will dine with us before you return to London?"
"Of course. I will speak to Mother, and let you know our plans."
Darcy stood to see his companion off. "Until then, Wesley."
When Lord Blakeslee was gone, Darcy retook his seat and mulled over the conversation. One question in particular had stuck out in his mind. "Are you going to court her?" Wesley had asked.
He had never considered it. He and Elizabeth were friends. They had effectively skipped over the courting stage and had entered directly into an engagement. But should he court her now?
He contemplated the idea. How hard could it be to court a woman? A few nosegays, a few kisses on the hand, an occasional trinket... He took a drink of wine and considered the possible advantages.
For starters, people might consider them to be in love. The idea of marrying for love was not popular amongst his circle, but there were a few who had done that. If people thought them in love, it would quell some of the questions, especially after learning the long history Elizabeth shared with his family. He rubbed his hand over his face. He would have to make that history public if the plan was to work. He did not enjoy revealing details of his family for the public to scrutinize and contort, but the truth was bound to come out; details like that always did. It was better if the information was released on his terms.
Not only that, but if Georgiana believed them to be in love, she would not question the circumstances around their marriage.
The more he thought about it, the more the idea appealed to him.
Court Elizabeth. He puffed on his cigar while wondering what Elizabeth's reaction would be if he did court her. It would be awkward at first for both of them, but they would adjust. They had been more familiar with each other than even courting permitted years ago. He had seen her toes and ankles numerous times as they waded in the stream at Pemberley. They had even held hands, without the barrier of gloves, on a few occasions.
He chuckled, recalling the way she had always thrown off her bonnet and gloves the moment the house was out of sight.
Turning back to his original train of thought, he nodded to himself. Yes. He could do this; he could court Elizabeth.
The departure of the Darcys from Netherfield brought an abrupt change to life at Longbourn. Elizabeth had become used to the almost daily visits from Darcy and Georgiana. With no visitors, she suddenly found herself in search of other modes of entertainment.
Therefore, after three days without callers, it took little effort for Lydia and Kitty to convince Elizabeth to follow them into town. While she was cognizant her sisters' motive lay with the regiment that had recently taken up residence in Meryton, she could not deny her mother's request to fetch meat from the market for dinner, or the chance for a long meandering walk.
Donning her pelisse and bonnet, she followed the other two at a leisurely pace. As she observed her youngest two sisters, she smiled, realizing that when left alone, the two were much like her and Jane. They whispered, talked, and giggled the entire way. Unfortunately, the happy picture vanished when they approached town.
Before she could stop them, both Lydia and Kitty were running and calling loudly after a pair of red coats.
Unable to stop them, Elizabeth quickened her pace. As she neared, she rolled her eyes at the sight of Lydia hanging on the arm of one of the officers. That girl will be the ruin of us!
"Lizzy, this is Denny and his friend Mr. Wickham," Lydia said. "Mr. Wickham arrived only yesterday. Does he not look handsome in his uniform?" She let out a flirtatious giggle and batted her lashes at the man.
Elizabeth felt her stomach churn, and it was not due only to her sister's overt flirtation.
"Miss Elizabeth," Wickham greeted with a bow and his best charming smile. "It has been many years since we last met."
Doing her best to remain civil, Elizabeth curtsied and replied coldly, "Mr. Wickham." She turned to her sisters. "Kitty, Lydia, we had best finish our errands. The cook is waiting for our return to prepare dinner."
With a dismissive curtsey, she grabbed Kitty's arm and headed towards the shops. She was rather dismayed when Mr. Wickham followed them and began conversing. "I understand Mr. Darcy is also in Meryton."
"He was, but he has gone to town."
"And how do you find our old friend?"
"He is much as he always was."
Wickham shook his head slowly. "I was surprised when Miss Lydia informed me he was a frequent visitor of Longbourn."
Elizabeth returned a disingenuous smile.
"I am very glad he has not cast you off as he has me." He sighed dramatically. "Then again, you are a gentleman's daughter, while I am just the son of a servant."
They entered a shop, where Elizabeth hoped she could dispatch of her unwanted escort, but it was not to be. As they continued to shop, and even as they returned home, Wickham trailed them and rambled on, expressing his sadness over the death of the late Mr. Darcy, how he had hoped to honour his godfather by taking orders, and how Darcy had gone against his father's wishes by denying him the living. With a sad smile, he added, "I can only hope Darcy saw fit to carry out his father's wishes with respect to you."
"I find it difficult to believe Mr. Darcy would dishonour his father in any manner," Elizabeth returned with an icy glare.
For a few moments, she thought she might have rid herself of the man, as he was suddenly very quiet. It was not to be. Changing the subject, Mr. Wickham said, "Our godfather often spoke of the two of us, you know."
"Mr. Darcy was a kind man."
"He often spoke to me of his desire to see the two of us joined in marriage. I imagine that is why he left me the living at Kympton. Between the living, and his bequest to you, we could have lived quite comfortably."
Elizabeth felt bile tumble in her gut. The very idea of being married to such a cad! "You speak as though you are aware of what Mr. Darcy bequeathed me." With a pert smile, she added, "Perhaps he left me nothing at all."
Mr. Wickham had the grace to blush. "Forgive me, the late Mr. Darcy was a generous man. I only assumed he attempted to look after you as he did me." He hid a calculating look behind a beguiling smile.
"What does he mean, Lizzy?" Lydia cut in. "Did Mr. Darcy leave you money? I wish someone would die and leave me money! Then I would have all the bonnets I should ever want." She giggled.
"Lydia!" Elizabeth admonished.
It was not long after that, Longbourn came into sight. Wanting to rid herself of Wickham's company, Elizabeth turned, and with a short curtsey said, "Good day, Mr. Wickham. I hope you find life in the militia very satisfying."
With no invitation to take refreshment issued, Wickham and Denny could do nothing but depart. Elizabeth was subjected to several cries from Lydia and Kitty for her less than cordial treatment of the two officers, but she dismissed them out of hand. It had taken all her self control to be polite to the man. She knew though, it could be dangerous to provoke Wickham. Who knows what he would do if he discovered she knew the truth.
She became anxious for Darcy's return. She felt uneasy knowing Wickham was in Meryton; not that she was afraid of him, but her sisters had taken a liking to the officer, and she did not trust him. She knew Darcy would know how to handle the rogue.
Lady Matlock arrived at Arryndale House at three in the afternoon for tea. She was anxious to see Georgiana. She did not believe such a miraculous change was possible, but without evidence to the contrary, she could say nothing.
Upon her arrival, she was shown to the music room by Cardwell, Darcy's butler. The first thing that struck her was the sound of laughter coming from the room. That could not possibly be Darcy and Georgiana.
The door to the room was opened, and Lady Matlock swept in, uncertain of what to expect. To her surprise, Richard, Darcy, and Georgiana were seated around a small table talking and laughing.
Upon the announcement of her arrival, all three stood and bowed and curtsied. Then, to Lady Matlock's further surprise, Georgiana stepped forward and placed a kiss on her cheek. "It is good to see you, Aunt. I was so pleased when Fitzwilliam said you were to join us today, else I may not have seen you until Christmas."
Lady Matlock blinked several times and then looked to Darcy, who returned a proud smile. She looked back to Georgiana. "You look lovely, my dear." And she did! Unlike before, Georgiana stood tall. She still had difficulty meeting her aunt's eye, but she did not shrink away as she was wont to do.
The four sat. Lady Matlock wasted no time in learning more of Miss Elizabeth. "How was your stay in Hertfordshire, Georgiana?"
Georgiana veritably beamed. She was about to make a loud proclamation, but remembering herself, said cheerfully, "It was lovely. Fitzwilliam introduced me to Elizabeth again, and her older sister Jane."
Lady Matlock gave Georgiana an inquisitive look that was tinged with disapproval. Georgiana shrank in her chair for a moment, but then straightened. "They have given me permission to address them by their Christian names, Aunt." With a hint of a blush, she added, "I have given them leave to do the same."
"And you remember Miss Elizabeth from when you were younger?"
"A little. But she is everything that I remember. She is very kind, as is her sister. They do not mind that I am much younger." As she spoke, she became more animated.
Lady Matlock nodded slowly.
"Georgiana has been helping Miss Elizabeth with the pianoforte. They were kind enough to play a couple duets for the party at Netherfield," Darcy interjected.
Georgiana let out a little giggle.
"Miss Elizabeth's playing is amusing?" Lady Matlock inquired.
"Forgive me, Aunt. I was only remembering something Elizabeth said when I teased her about not practicing." Georgiana replied, suddenly feeling self conscious.
"Pray, enlighten me."
Georgiana kept herself in check by pressing her hand to her lips for a moment. "Elizabeth told me how Lady Catherine used to scold her for not practicing." She giggled again. "She did the most delightful impersonation."
Lady Matlock had to bite her lower lip to keep from laughing herself. "That is rather ungracious, do you not think, Georgiana?"
With a bowed head, Georgiana demurred. "I suppose it is, but Lady Catherine always tells me I do not practice enough either, and I practice daily." In another moment, her countenance brightened. "I can not wait for you to meet her, Aunt. Fitzwilliam says we may invite her to London after the holidays."
"Yes. I think I should like to meet her." A look from Lady Matlock dismissed her son and her nephew. After the two gentlemen left, she said, "Tell me, Georgiana, what happened to the sad, melancholy girl that left my house in October."
Georgiana almost instantly shrank in her seat. She was unable to look at her aunt for several minutes. Finally, she looked up and said, "I am sorry, Aunt, for the trouble I caused our family last summer. I acted selfishly and against my better judgment. I have learned from my mistake, and hope that in time you can forgive me."
"Of course I forgive you, my dear. It was not your fault. I was only curious as to what brought about this change."
Georgiana smiled. "Perhaps not all of it was my fault, but I did act against my own conscience, and were it not for Fitzwilliam, it could have ended badly for me, and the family. I must take responsibility for my part."
"Very well," Lady Matlock said, still a little taken aback. "But I still do not understand this change. It is as though you have grown up over night."
Receiving such high praise from her aunt caused Georgiana to sit a little straighter. "A friend helped me sort through it all, and I understand things better. I am not a little girl anymore. I am responsible for my own actions."
"A friend?" Lady Matlock intoned. "Would this friend be Miss Elizabeth?"
Georgiana nodded.
Lady Matlock nodded to herself. If nothing else, her curiosity had been piqued. Miss Elizabeth was certainly a singular lady, and appeared she would be a good friend to Georgiana. She was a little dismayed by the lapses in decorum Georgiana displayed, but those were easy enough to correct.
After her visit with Georgiana, Lady Matlock left her niece to her studies and prevailed herself upon Darcy's study.
At the knock, Darcy bid entry. He stood, fully expecting his aunt. After seeing to her comfort, he reclaimed his own chair. He waited patiently for his aunt to begin. She appeared to be in thought, so he remained silent.
Finally, she said, "I would like to meet Miss Elizabeth. When can this be arranged?"
"I do not think I could arrange something until after the holidays. Unless you were to return to Hertfordshire with Georgiana and me."
"Then what can you tell me of her family?"
"She has no connections of consequence. She has one uncle who is an attorney in Meryton, the other resides near Cheapside, on Gracechurch Street, and is in trade." He watched as his aunt took in the facts. The gentle purse of her lips told him she was less than pleased.
"Her father is a gentleman though, if I recall correctly?"
"He is. But the estate is entailed away to Mr Bennet's cousin." He paused for a moment, but then continued, knowing Longbourn's heir presumptive would be made known sooner or later. "The cousin is Aunt Catherine's rector for her Hunsford parish." He watched his aunt falter momentarily.
"Fitzwilliam, are you certain of your decision?"
"I am. You can not help but notice the change in Georgiana. Elizabeth accomplished in one day what none of us could do in three months."
Lady Matlock stood and paced slowly in front of the large oak desk. "I can not deny that." She paused. "I think this Miss Elizabeth would make a better companion or acquaintance for Georgiana, though."
"You think I should employ her?" Darcy asked, his voice thick with incredulity. "She is a gentleman's daughter!"
"It is not like she would be the first of her kind to seek employment. If her family situation is as you say, it is highly probable one or more of her sisters will be required to find employment at some point."
"Elizabeth is a friend, and we owe her a great deal for her kindness to Georgiana. I will not repay her by making her my employee. While she may lack some of the town bronze, she is intelligent, and I am certain under your guidance she will blossom."
"Her acceptance may be difficult to manoeuvre."
Darcy arched a brow at his aunt. It was not, perhaps, the easiest thing to effect, but after generations of carefully arranged marriages, the Fitzwilliam and Darcy names were formidable amongst their circle. They both knew it. After resuming her seat, Lady Matlock said, "Very well, Darcy. If you are determined, I suppose we have no choice."
"I intend to make Elizabeth's previous connection to my family public. I think it will be easier to accept her, knowing the relationship was long standing." Receiving an affirming nod from his aunt, he continued. "I will have Lord Blakeslee's support, and most likely his mother's as well. I am hoping Lady Blakeslee's influence will be able to counter any influence Aunt Catherine might have amongst the dowagers." His aunt's face visibly soured at the mention of Lady Catherine.
"Marcus will see that Catherine is brought to heel, even if grudgingly." Lady Matlock stood again, effectively bringing their visit to a close. "I have my reservations with your decision, Fitzwilliam. But I have never known you to make a gross error in judgment. You seem to have thought this through. See that Miss Elizabeth will be able to spend at least a month in town. From what you have said, I gather her mother has never had a Season. It will take a great deal of preparation to make Miss Elizabeth ready for the scrutiny of the ton. That is, if Miss Elizabeth is up to the challenge."
"Thank you, Aunt. I think you will be pleasantly surprised."
Lady Matlock smiled and left. She could not put her finger on it, but there was something different in Darcy as well. He was quick to defend the girl. He obviously respected her a great deal; that alone was a feat. She would reserve her final judgment for the lady until they met. With both of the Darcys so enamoured with her though, she had little choice but to accept Miss Elizabeth into the family circle and aid her where necessary.
Posted on Thursday, 15 May 2008
Darcy and Bingley entered Boodle's and immediately searched for a place to dine. The invitation to dinner had been extended under the guise of ‘estate business,' after receipt of Bingley's unexpected missive.
Caroline and Louisa arrived in London unexpectedly. They have closed up Netherfield, saying they could no longer abide the company there.
My business keeps me here longer. If your plans are unchanged, I have written Mrs. Willows and have had Netherfield opened for your use.
Bingley
Darcy was not at all surprised that Miss Bingley and her sister had returned to London, but apparently Bingley was also not going to return. He could not fathom what business would keep Bingley in London. As a new member of the landed gentry, Bingley's primary concern should be preparing Netherfield for the spring planting. From what he had seen of the estate, there was plenty to do.
After ordering dinner and a bottle of wine, they began with the usual pleasantries -- assuring each other of their respective families' health and well being.
"I thank you for having Netherfield re-opened," Darcy said, getting to the topic of importance. "But it would be improper to occupy your home while you or your sister is not present."
"There is nothing improper about it, Darcy. For as often as my sisters and I have been guests in your home, I am happy to repay the service. Though I must say, I am surprised by your anxiousness to return."
"Georgiana would like to spend more time with Miss Elizabeth," Darcy replied with a nonchalant shrug. "It seems Richard will be on leave for a bit and will accompany us. He too would like to be reacquainted with Miss Elizabeth. We will see you again in a se'nnight?"
"My return is uncertain at this time."
He watched curiously, as Bingley studied his glass with unusual intensity. Suspect of the reason for Bingley's sudden lack of interest in his estate, Darcy asked, "Bingley, has something happened that you wish to discuss?"
"No. Nothing of consequence. I just... I am not sure Netherfield is right for me."
The signs were all there; avoidance of the area; the vague answers, the feigned indifference. Bingley's ardour for Miss Bennet had cooled, and to sidestep an unpleasant scene he was avoiding Hertfordshire all together. Darcy raked his hand through his hair. Lord, help me. Here we go again. "Have you found another estate, or does this have to do with a certain angel?"
Bingley stalled by taking a long drink of wine. "I need some time is all."
"Time?"
"To re-evaluate things."
Darcy remained silent and waited patiently for an explanation.
"What if she is a fortune hunter?" Bingley set his glass down and said accusingly, "You are the one who always says I fall in love too quickly."
Trying to keep his temper in check, Darcy said nothing. He watched the ruby liquid slosh around as he swirled the contents of his glass. He was sorely tempted to slap his friend, in hopes of curing of him of his fickleness. Early last spring, Bingley had almost declared himself to some other lady, only to decide against her after she took a trip to Bath. This time, Bingley's victim was his soon to be sister.
He watched as Bingley uncrossed and then crossed his legs again in the opposite manner indicating a standoff. Finally, Darcy asked, "Bingley, do you believe she is a fortune hunter?" Look at your sister if you are uncertain how to spot one.
"I do not know. Jane is sweet and beautiful and everything desirable in a wife..." He shook his head and squared his shoulders. "But even if she is not a fortune hunter, I can not forget my duty to my family. Is that not what you always say?"
Darcy thought he might choke on the laughter he swallowed. Bingley concerned with duty? The only familial duty Bingley felt compelled to fulfil was his father's last wishes by purchasing an estate. Noncommittally he said, "Family duty is an important consideration."
The conversation paused shortly as their dinner was served. After the servants removed themselves, Bingley said, "You know she has a pitiful dowry?"
Darcy shrugged, chewing the food in his mouth. "Yes. I am aware the Bennet daughters have little in terms of a dowry." At his friend's surprised look, he explained how out of concern for Elizabeth, his father had bequeathed her additional funds to enhance her dowry.
"And she has the largest dowry of all the daughters! Not to mention they have no connections to speak of."
Darcy coughed lightly, pointing out Bingley's error.
"Darcy, aside from your family -- whose acquaintance has only recently been renewed -- they have no connections. None of the daughters have been presented at court or even had a London debut!"
Darcy fought the urge to scoff. How quickly one forgets. Your sisters were never presented at court, and Miss Bingley's debut could hardly have been called a crush. Instead, he took another bite of food, waiting for Bingley to continue.
"I can not do that to Caroline or to my father. I am responsible for elevating the family now. If I have learned anything from you, Darcy, it is duty to the family must come first."
Darcy raised his brows, but said nothing for several minutes. He ate his dinner in silence, trying not to look at the sickly green and brown mishmash on Bingley's plate. Something was not right. This did not sound like Bingley at all; family duty, connections, elevation of the family? At least he did not use the excuse of crooked teeth as he did last time.
Finally, Darcy asked, "Bingley, what does Miss Bennet have to do with Netherfield? If you are decided against her, it does not follow you must give up Netherfield. The estate needs some work, but it is not bad. It could easily be turned around in a year or two. You seemed to be on friendly terms with the locals and it has already cost you a hefty sum."
"True, but perhaps an estate that has not fallen into disrepair would be better. Surely, there are other estates the size of Netherfield, maybe in Kent or even as far north as Yorkshire. With an estate further north, we could be closer neighbours."
Darcy rolled his eyes at his friend's naivety. Netherfield was a good find. Finding an estate was no easy task. It was not as if you could simply pick a plot of land and start building a house. Estates were cultivated and passed down over generations and only the most compelling reasons caused someone to sell an estate. "You will be hard pressed to find someone to take the lease over before the holidays. Why not revisit it in the spring and make a decision then."
"You are right, Darcy. I am being hasty in giving up the lease. Until spring, the house is entirely at your disposal."
Now all Darcy had to do was find a way to tell Elizabeth. She would not take Bingley's sudden defection well. He hoped she would not blame him. If she called off their engagement because of it, there would be hell to pay.
The following day, Darcy sat in the carriage with a grim expression on his face. His uncle's face telegraphed comparable displeasure. He was thankful he had told the groom to keep the carriage waiting. It had facilitated the quick departure both gentlemen wanted.
Lady Catherine had taken the news of Darcy's engagement as expected. There was a great deal of hollering, stomping, and pounding on the floor with her cane, complimented with the incessant phrases he had heard for the last several years. "Your mother's fondest wish..." "Arranged since the cradle..." "Duty to your family..." "Anne's hopes."
Darcy bore it all with as much equanimity as one could. It was not until she began to insult Elizabeth that he became truly outraged. The corners of his mouth twitched at the memory of seeing his aunt quail when he shouted, "I will not allow you to interfere anymore with my life. Had you not worked to severe my family's ties with the Bennets, Georgiana may have remained friends with Elizabeth, and we may not be in this situation at all." His parting words warned her she would not be welcomed into any of his houses until she acknowledged his wife with the respect due to her.
Then, he had stormed out of the house. A brisk walk in the park cooled his temper in time to see his uncle marching angrily out of the house.
Now, they were in the carriage again, returning London. The ugly errand had been completed and tomorrow he would be back on his way to Hertfordshire.
"She will fall in line," his uncle said after they had been on the road for an hour. "I have warned her of the repercussions."
Darcy nodded in thanks.
After another long silence, Lord Matlock asked, "Are you certain this Miss Elizabeth is worth all this? Catherine is not the only one who will show her displeasure."
"I am. Miss Elizabeth is a good friend. She will be the sister Georgiana has always wanted and needs. Was that not the goal of this arrangement?"
"But she..."
"Uncle, in the many years I have spent in London, I have yet to find another woman I can countenance for more than a few hours, and that I trust with both Pemberley and Georgiana. I have considered this carefully. I am making the right decision."
"I will cancel our agreement if it is only more time you need. I only meant to make you more serious about marriage."
"Since my father's death, I have been very aware of my need to marry; but every Season is the same, and this coming one will be no different. If the ties between the Bennets and the Darcys had remained after my father's death, you would not be objecting to our marriage."
"But you had no reason to maintain the connection. She was your father's goddaughter, God rest his soul."
"We were good friends," Darcy said softly. "Our fathers permitted letters between us so long as we were discreet. We wrote each other often, until just after my father's death."
Seeing his uncle was intrigued and would not be mollified without more information, he explained his friendship with Elizabeth and then told the tale of Lady Catherine's interference.
Lord Matlock's reaction to Darcy's tale was visible in every line of his face. His contempt towards his sister increased and bordered on outrage. It was also clear that Lord Matlock was beginning to see with new eyes, the relationship between Elizabeth and Darcy. Before now, Elizabeth was never anything more than his brother's goddaughter. He had always assumed Elizabeth was merely an acquaintance Darcy tolerated during her stays at Pemberley. He thought nothing of no longer hearing her name spoken. "I am sorry," Lord Matlock said sincerely after a pregnant silence.
Darcy nodded and shrugged and then turned to stare out the window. He forced his mind to happier thoughts. Abruptly, a chuckle emerged. At his uncle's quizzical look, he said, "Forgive me. I recalled something Miss Elizabeth once said to Aunt Catherine." Seeing his uncle's prompt, he explained, "Lady Catherine had scolded Elizabeth for talking back to her with the admonition young ladies should be seen and not heard. Keep in mind Elizabeth was still young at the time. She retorted hotly, ‘That is only what old people say when they have nothing better to say.'"
The two of them shared a hearty chuckle, and a lighter mood settled on the carriage for the remainder of the trip.
News of the Darcys return quickly spread throughout Meryton. Within an hour of the Darcys arrival, Mrs. Phillips had made her way to Longbourn to enlighten her sister of their good fortune. Mrs. Bennet and her daughters gathered in the drawing room.
While the two matrons speculated upon the meaning of the return of the gentlemen and discussed the latest news of town, Jane leaned over and whispered, "Lizzy, is it possible Miss Bingley was mistaken? Do you think he returned with the Darcys?"
Elizabeth returned a hopeful smile and replied, "We shall have to wait and see."
"If Mr. Bingley has returned with Mr. Darcy, why have we not heard his name? It is not as though the neighbourhood does not know him."
Elizabeth squeezed her sister's hand affectionately. It pained her to see her sister so unhappy. "I do not know, Jane. We will have to wait and see. I am certain the party shall call on us tomorrow. Mr. Darcy is to have the marriage contract with him for Papa to sign."
With that, the matter was dropped. Elizabeth watched her sister, as she mulled over the possibilities. She sincerely hoped Mr. Bingley had returned. If he did not, she was uncertain how she would countenance his company, knowing how ill he treated her sister. She would have to find a way though; he was her betrothed's good friend. She could not ask him to sever the friendship because her sister failed to heed her warnings.
Her thoughts turned toward more pleasant topics, like the pleasure of seeing Darcy again. She was anxious to hear the reaction of Darcy's family to their engagement. She hoped things had gone well.
Despite Darcy's reservations on occupying a house without either the host or hostess, Darcy, Georgiana and Mrs. Annesley, along with Colonel Fitzwilliam, returned to Netherfield five days after their departure.
Darcy woke early the morning after his arrival, anxious to have the business of the marriage settled. He patted the pocket of his waistcoat, ensuring he had his mother's ring. If all went well, he would give it to Elizabeth as an engagement ring.
He had hoped to slip out of the house unnoticed. Unfortunately, as he was heading out of the house to his waiting horse, he heard the echo of boots behind him.
"Darcy!" Colonel Fitzwilliam called out. "Give me a moment to fetch Hector and I shall ride with you."
"Perhaps later I shall show you the riding trails." He looked pointedly at his cousin, hoping he understood.
Chuckling, the colonel slapped his cousin on the back. "You, of all people, are going for a secret assignation?"
Darcy bristled at the suggestion he might breach propriety. "Not exactly." He lowered his voice to ensure the servants could not overhear. "I do not even know if she will be about. I only wish to see that she has not changed her mind before I present the marriage contract to her father."
The colonel could not help the suggestive smirk that graced his face. "Very well, Darcy. I shall explore the wilds myself. If I am lost and become the laughing stock of my regiment, it shall be upon your head."
Glad to be rid of his cousin, Darcy bit down on the sharp retort that was on his tongue. He mounted his steed and headed in the direction of Oakham Mount.
When he arrived, he was disappointed. There was no sign of Elizabeth; she had not come. Without anything better to do, he took a seat in hopes she might arrive later.
Not twenty minutes later, he heard, "Fizzy, I trust you had a pleasant trip."
"Li'l Beth. It is good to see you. I did not think you would come."
"I heard you had returned, and surmised you would be here this morning," Elizabeth said, a little breathless from the walk.
"You know me too well." He moved over on the bench, providing her room to rest. When she sat, he said, "I have the marriage contract. Before I present it to your father though, I wanted to assure myself that you had not changed your mind."
Elizabeth bit her lower lip for a moment and then shook her head. "No, I have not."
Darcy expelled a breath he did not realize he was holding, as relief washed over him. He pulled out the small box from his waistcoat. "Then, since I already have your father's consent, I would like you to have this as a symbol of my commitment to you."
He watched as she tentatively opened it.
"Fizzy, it is beautiful."
He leaned in closer and pulled the ring from the box. "It was my mother's ring, and now it shall be yours."
Elizabeth suddenly frowned and bit her lip.
"Li'l Beth, what is it?"
"It... It is nothing." At Darcy's disbelieving look, she said, "I... I just..." She heaved a breath. In a small voice, she said, "It just does not seem right to be replacing her. Lady Anne was..." She stopped, choking on her emotions.
Gently he tipped her chin up to him. "Li'l Beth, I am certain my mother would be very pleased to know Pemberley will be in such good hands. You will be a magnificent Mistress of Pemberley."
Elizabeth stared into his reassuring eyes. She felt her heart flutter for just a fraction of a second. She smiled slightly, though her eyes were still glossy. "I shall do my best."
Darcy slipped his mother's ring on Elizabeth's finger and squeezed her hand. "You shall do marvellously." He held her hand with both of his, trying to quell her feelings of apprehension.
They sat together in companionable silence like this for quite some time, watching the sun continue its ascent in the sky.
After a while, Darcy stood. "I should return. Georgiana is alone."
"Mr. Bingley did not return with you?"
"No. He did not. He has said business delays him, but I think it is something more."
Elizabeth's eyes widened and her hand went to her chest that was now pained for her sister. "Jane?"
Darcy nodded and he hung his head, feeling shamed for the callous actions of his friend. "I believe so."
"Oh my poor Jane!" Elizabeth cried.
"I have advised him that he should return in the spring, since he did not plan to accompany me now. I do not know if he will or not."
"Jane will be heartbroken."
"I tried to warn you..."
Elizabeth reached out and squeezed his arm in understanding. "You did. And I tried to warn Jane. The fault lies only with them." With a bewildered sigh, she said, "I will think on what to tell Jane."
"Li'l Beth, I do not know anything for certain. When Bingley spoke to me, he seemed undecided. At first, he said business would prevent him from returning. That may very well be the case. But Bingley is impulsive; he may still show before Christmas."
"I understand."
They started to descend the hill in silence, as Elizabeth pondered what Darcy had told her about Bingley. Then switching her thoughts, she asked, "Fizzy, what did your family have to say about our engagement?"
Darcy stared ahead and said nothing for a minute. "As I expected, they were not well pleased. The earl and countess have decided to defer their opinion until they meet you, though I do not expect there will be any problems."
"And Lady Catherine?"
Darcy's blood boiled at the reminder of the visit to Kent. "She reacted exactly as I expected." He pursed his lips for a moment. "She was not happy and refuses to acknowledge our engagement."
Elizabeth cringed. She did not want to be the cause for familial discord. She looked down at the ring on her finger. She was posed ready to remove it.
"Li'l Beth, please," Darcy implored, closing her hand around the ring. "Lady Catherine would have reacted that way if I were to marry a duchess. She was determined to see Anne and me marry. Once the bargain was struck, I know she thought I would relent and agree to marry Anne."
"Fitzwilliam, are you certain you wish to go through with this? I do not want to cause a rift in your family."
"I am. The earl and the countess will gladly welcome you into the family. I have no fear in that regard. Lady Catherine is reacting as I suspected she would. Do not worry. I will not allow her near you until she is willing to pay you your due."
Feeling a little mollified, Elizabeth continued her descent. The two talked about the goings-on in London, the formal engagement announcement, and other inanities until they neared the fork in the road.
"I will call later this morning to speak with your father. Would that be acceptable?"
Elizabeth nodded.
"Richard is with me, as is Georgiana. I will bring them with as well."
"I should like that."
Bucking up his courage, Darcy took her hand and placed the briefest and chastest of kisses on it. He dropped it immediately afterwards and stepped back, bracing himself for her reaction. He was pleased when she only turned crimson and looked away.
After an awkward silence, Elizabeth said with a nervous chuckle, "I suppose that is the way of things now."
Not sure of what to say, Darcy only nodded, unable to look at her. "I will see you later," he mumbled.
Still unable to meet his eye, Elizabeth nodded and then hurried down the road towards Longbourn.
Darcy watched her for a few moments and then mounted his horse, feeling not a little relief. She had taken that first kiss well. Perhaps this courting thing will not be so difficult.
As promised, Darcy, Colonel Fitzwilliam, and Georgiana arrived at Longbourn later that morning. Kitty was the first to notice the arrival of visitors. "Oh Mama! Look at the barouche! It is so very grand... and the matching horses!" she exclaimed.
Elizabeth looked to Jane and saw the look of anticipation. Her heart ached, knowing her sister would be disappointed. She had not had time to speak with Jane in private since her discussion with Darcy.
Before long, Hill announced, "Mr. Darcy, Miss Darcy, and Colonel Fitzwilliam."
As the guests were announced, Elizabeth kept a sly eye on Jane. She cringed when she saw Jane's shoulders slump. Unsure of what else to do, she squeezed Jane's hand affectionately. "Perhaps he was only delayed," she whispered.
Though Jane nodded in response, Elizabeth could tell she did not believe her. For better or for worse, the conversation ended there, as Elizabeth's attention was garnered by an excited Georgiana.
After a brief exchange of hugs between the women, Darcy introduced his cousin. While the others were greeting the colonel, Darcy took up a position next to Elizabeth and greeted her with a brief kiss on the hand and then continued to hold it a little longer than he had that morning. It was not long before they gave into the awkwardness of the situation and stepped apart.
Elizabeth could not help but blush throughout the exchange and prayed no one else had seen them. Darcy's behaviour would be quite difficult to explain given no one else knew of their engagement.
Recollecting herself, Elizabeth turned to watch as her mother guided the seating arrangements. She grimaced, seeing her mother seat the colonel next Lydia and Lydia's delighted reaction. The man is twice her age, and all she sees is the uniform! And mother only encourages her!
Believing the colonel would not let things escalate beyond the bounds of decorum, she turned her attention to Georgiana and Darcy. After some light talk of the weather, Darcy took his leave to speak with Mr. Bennet.
Elizabeth continued to entertain Georgiana, all the while stealing looks at Jane. It was difficult to maintain an upbeat appearance at the sight. Jane's disappointment was written on every feature. The way she stared at her skirts and the way her smile never reached her eyes. She knew Jane was thinking about Mr. Bingley.
From the other side of the room, Elizabeth heard Lydia's unladylike snort and sent her eyes skyward for a moment. She looked over at Colonel Fitzwilliam, and despite sitting next to Lydia, was amused to find his gaze was assuredly fixed on Jane. She was not sure what to make of it.
Lydia's poor behaviour served as a reminder of their encounters with Mr. Wickham. So, when Darcy returned to the room, she suggested a walk out in the gardens.
As they were heading out the door, Elizabeth caught Darcy's arm. "I need to speak with you," she whispered. Darcy nodded in acknowledgement.
The group wandered in the garden for a while. Jane, as Elizabeth had hoped, was walking and talking with the colonel, though Lydia was there as well, leaving Darcy and Georgiana with her.
Needing some privacy, Elizabeth called out, "Lydia, why do you not show Miss Darcy your new bonnet. Perhaps she can help you decide what changes to make."
She turned to Miss Darcy, who wore a puzzled expression. "Forgive me, Georgiana. I need to speak with your brother for a moment. You do not mind, do you?"
Georgiana returned a sly smile. "Of course not, Elizabeth." She quickly joined Lydia, who was already heading towards the house.
Elizabeth watched as the two made their way into the house and then did another cursory look to locate Jane and the colonel.
Finally alone enough to talk, Elizabeth asked, "Did my father agree to the terms?"
"He did. He still has reservations, but did not withdraw his consent." He offered Elizabeth his arm, and then said, "When did you wish to inform the others?"
"I shall tell my mother tonight. She will most likely be rather vocal in her sentiments, and I would not wish you to have to suffer that."
Darcy thanked her for her consideration. "My cousin knows; I shall tell Georgiana tonight as well."
Having settled the announcement of their engagement, Darcy said, "But that is not what you wished to discuss with me is it?"
"No." She took a deep breath, knowing the topic would be uncomfortable. "I intended to tell you this earlier, but forgot. The militia has taken up residence in Meryton."
Darcy shrugged, not seeing a problem. It was common to see the militia from time to time, especially since England was at war. "We saw a number of soldiers when we arrived."
"Fizzy, Mr. Wickham is amongst them. He visited Longbourn only yesterday." Immediately, Darcy's visage grew darker. "I wanted to warn you before Georgiana saw him."
There were several minutes of tense silence. Finally, Darcy said, "Thank you, Li'l Beth. You understand, I can not allow Georgiana to continue visiting, knowing that scoundrel may be present."
"Of course. I tried to explain things to my father, and though he does not care for the man, he sees no harm in his visits." Quietly she added, "I have not told him about Georgiana."
Darcy nodded and squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Thank you. I shall take care of it."
He strode purposefully over to the colonel and whispered in his ear. The look of alarm, followed by a vengeful scowl told Elizabeth that Darcy was relaying the news of Wickham to Colonel Fitzwilliam. Abruptly, Darcy said, "Forgive us, ladies, but we must be going."
Just before leaving, Darcy said in a low voice. "I will keep you informed of our plans."
Posted on Thursday, 22 May 2008
After seeing Georgiana on her way back to Netherfield, safely in the custody of the colonel, Darcy proceeded to Longbourn's study. Before knocking on the heavy wooden door, he took a moment to collect his thoughts.
"Forgive me, Mr. Bennet, for disturbing you, but a matter of grave importance has been brought to my attention."
Intrigued, Mr. Bennet sat up in his chair, closed his book, and motioned his visitor to a seat. "You have discovered my Lizzy is still enjoys running and reading books unsuitable for women and wish to give her back?"
Darcy chuckled. "Not at all." His mien turned serious. "Eliz... Miss Elizabeth has informed me that Mr. Wickham is in the neighbourhood and has made the acquaintance of your daughters."
Mr. Bennet shrugged indifferently. "Do not fret. I am aware he is fond of the drink and a gambler; but my daughters have little to offer such a man. Let them have their flirtations, the militia will depart soon enough."
Darcy drew himself up in his chair. "If Wickham's vices were only gambling and the drink, I would not be speaking with you now." At the arch of Mr. Bennet's brow, he continued. "I am not certain how Wickham has come to join the militia, but you should know the last time he left Lambton, he left behind debts totalling over 350 pounds." He paused for a moment, and then added grimly, "and with more than one girl's reputation."
At last, Mr. Bennet showed some parental emotion. He bolted upright in his chair. "That scoundrel!"
The younger man stood and began pacing, unsure he wanted to reveal the rest. Understanding Mr. Bennet's daughters were soon to become his sisters though, he said, "There is more." Without waiting for any further reaction, he plunged ahead and told Mr. Bennet of Georgiana's near elopement.
"That blackguard!" Mr. Bennet wiped his mouth roughly in fury. "He shall not come within a hundred yards of this house! Nor will any other red coat!" After taking a steadying deep breath, he added, "I thank you, Darcy. Have no fear, I will not betray your confidence, though I feel I must warn the others in the neighbourhood. Our merchants are not well off; any large debt left unpaid could ruin them."
Having survived the worst of the conference, Darcy sat again. "If you would warn the merchants and perhaps some of your neighbours, I will see to it that Wickham is removed from the neighbourhood."
"If you do not mind me saying, this is beyond the realm of your authority. You have already saved this neighbourhood a great deal of distress. We can take it from here."
"Mr. Wickham was my father's godson. The time for overlooking his transgressions has passed. I should have unveiled his nature long ago. I will not allow him to harm me or my family any longer; and I will see he is removed from the neighbourhood."
"And how exactly do you propose to do that? I was not aware Colonel Forster took orders from you."
Darcy had the grace to show some embarrassment. "You are correct. But after Colonel Forster hears of Wickham's misdeeds, I do not think he will have any trouble releasing him from the militia."
"I see. And what inducement will you give Mr. Wickham to leave the area? I doubt he will go quietly after having his livelihood taken away."
"I have not yet formulated a plan. I had thought to speak to my cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam." Wryly he added, "Since Wickham seems to be fond of the uniform, perhaps a position in the regulars could be arranged, preferably with a regiment that is headed for the continent."
"And I suppose you intend to purchase his commission?"
"Yes. He is my responsibility."
Mr. Bennet sighed. "You take too much on yourself, but I doubt there is anything I can say that will sway you."
"No, sir." After a moment, Darcy added, "If you have no objection, I would ask you to accompany Colonel Fitzwilliam and me when we speak with Colonel Forster. As a fellow officer, I believe my cousin's word will carry a great deal of weight. However, it would allow you the opportunity to speak on behalf of your estate and the neighbourhood in general."
"Very well, when will you and your cousin be available for this call?"
"Tomorrow would be best. It would give me a chance to discuss our options with my cousin. Perhaps by then we will have formulated a plan."
"Very well, Darcy. Tomorrow it is."
"Thank you, sir." Darcy stood to leave, but was forestalled.
"Darcy, as you are engaged to my daughter, and anything you do may affect my daughter, I would like to be kept apprised of your plans for disposing of Mr. Wickham."
"Of course." With that, Darcy bowed and left Longbourn.
Late that afternoon, Elizabeth found Jane alone in their room. "I am sorry, Jane," she said softly.
"I am fine, Lizzy. But pray, did Mr. Darcy say anything about Mr. Bingley?"
Elizabeth took a seat on the window bench next to Jane. She could tell her sister was disappointed, but acting brave. "Mr. Darcy only said his business kept him in London." Hesitantly she added, "He was uncertain, but he does not think Mr. Bingley will return until after Christmas."
Jane nodded slowly. "What did Mr. Darcy say to the colonel earlier that made him so cross? I have never seen a man become angry so quickly!"
My poor, Jane. You deserved so much better. Knowing her sister had intentionally changed the subject, Elizabeth replied, "I can not tell you everything; only know that Mr. Wickham is not a good man."
"But he claimed to know the Darcys, and you said you knew him as well."
"I do know him; he was the late Mr. Darcy's godson and namesake. Unfortunately, he has not turned out at all like his father or the late Mr. Darcy. He is a wastrel who drinks and gambles, often beyond his means."
"Surely he can not be as awful as you make him, Lizzy. Father would never let him in the house if he was as bad as that."
Of course you would believe that, Janey. "Father did not know everything about Mr. Wickham until Fitzwilliam told him this morning. Do not be surprised if he does not allow that man in the house again."
"But what does Mr. Wickham's drinking and gambling have to do with Mr. Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam?"
Elizabeth debated how much to tell Jane. She had no doubt her sister would hold it in confidence, but it was not her story to her tell. Hesitantly, she spoke of some of Wickham's exploits with maids and shop-keepers' daughters while Wickham and Darcy were at Cambridge together. "I can not go into any more particulars, but suffice it to say Fitzwilliam does not want him anywhere near Georgiana."
"But surely he would not try something with a gentleman's daughter! What of Kitty and Lydia?" Jane asked fully alarmed.
"I do not believe he makes distinctions in rank when making conquests. It is why I have been careful to remain in the room when Wickham was around," came the dark reply. She did not like to alarm her sister, but needed to impress upon her the importance of keeping a watchful eye on their younger siblings.
"Very well, Lizzy. I shall endeavour to do the same."
There was still a note of disbelief in her tone that Elizabeth chose to ignore. "I would not be overly concerned, Jane. I believe Fitzwilliam and the colonel will take care of the matter."
"You do not mean they would call him out, do you?"
"No. They will only see that Wickham is sent away on special assignment or something of that sort, and that Colonel Forster knows to keep a close eye on him."
After a pause, Jane said, "So it is all settled between you and Mr. Darcy then."
"The marriage contract was signed this morning, the banns shall be read, and an announcement in the paper will appear soon." She received a hug from her sister, though it lacked its usual enthusiasm.
"Do not fret, Jane. I am content with my decision. Fitzwilliam shall prove to be a most amusing fiancé, will he not?" With a mischievous grin she added, "I have made him promise to dance at every assembly with someone other than myself."
Jane laughed for the first time since their conversation began. "If the two of you make it to the altar unscathed, it will be a miracle."
That evening, Elizabeth informed her mother of her engagement to Darcy. Mrs. Bennet's reaction did not disappoint. "What a clever girl you are Lizzy!" Though she could not help lamenting she had thought it would be Jane who would marry first. "But never mind that... What carriages, what pin money you shall have! And a house in town! Ten thousand a year, and likely more! I shall go distracted! I must tell Lady Lucas. Now what can she say, her Charlotte settling for that old parson! You must invite Mr. Darcy to dinner tomorrow, and I shall see to acquiring some fish. A daughter married by special license! We must go to London for your trousseau. Mr. Darcy, I am certain, is used to only the finest."
Elizabeth bore her mother's effusions with aplomb. It was a rather easy task since all she was required to do was occasionally nod and smile. Mrs. Bennet was talking so quickly, Elizabeth could not have put in a word had she wished to.
After listening to her mother for several minutes, Elizabeth quietly took her leave. She had no doubt there would be a repeat of this tomorrow when her engagement was announced to the rest of the family. She would not miss anything by going to her room now.
Besides, she wanted to check on Jane. Despite the serene countenance her sister wore, Elizabeth knew she was sorely disappointed. She prayed Mr. Bingley's excuses were valid, and he would soon send word of his intentions to return. He would have a lot to answer for if he did not.
Unfortunately, by the time Elizabeth made it to her room, Jane had already extinguished the candles and was curled up under the blankets. She kissed her sister's head and then crawled under the counterpane herself.
At Netherfield the following morning, a knock on the white washed door was promptly responded to by Georgiana's maid, Ruth. "Mr. Darcy," she said as she bobbed a curtsey. "Miss Darcy will be down for breakfast in just a moment."
"I will wait in her sitting room if she has no objections."
The maid nodded, curtseyed and left.
About fifteen minutes later, Georgiana emerged, dressed and coiffed.
"Is there something the matter, Brother?" Georgiana asked tentatively.
"No, nothing is the matter, Pea Head, but if you will spare me a moment, I have something I need to tell you. Come. Have a seat."
Georgiana took the indicated seat and waited, her stomach knotting in anticipation.
Darcy inhaled deeply, suddenly and inexplicably nervous. "As I am sure you have heard from various members of our family, it is time for me to marry." He watched as Georgiana's face remained placid, but for the smallest wrinkle in her brow that betrayed her concern. He could not help but smile; she was looking more like their mother every day. "The reason I had to go to town was to see my solicitor about the marriage contract and place the announcement in the paper."
In a small voice, Georgiana asked, "You are engaged?"
"I am."
With a tight smile, Georgiana said, "Congratulations, Brother. I wish you and Anne joy."
Darcy's eyes widened, and he suddenly realized he had not told her who his betrothed was. "I am not engaged to Cousin Anne," he said quickly.
"You are not? Oh! The trip to Kent..."
He chuckled, understanding from where her confusion was borne. "Uncle Marcus and I went to Kent to inform Aunt Catherine of my engagement to Elizabeth Bennet."
Georgiana's eyes widened and her face verily beamed. "You are to marry Elizabeth?" At Darcy's nod she launched out of her seat and threw her arms around Darcy's neck. "I knew it! I knew you were in love with her! This is so wonderful! She will make you such a wonderful wife! I will have a sister!" She paused just long enough to take a breath. "When may we go see her? I would like to offer her my congratulations."
"Perhaps tomorrow. Richard and I have business to attend to today," Darcy said a little unsteadily. He was still stuck on Georgiana's belief he was in love with Elizabeth. "Now, let us go break our fast before Richard leaves us with only scraps."
As they made their way to the breakfast room, a plethora of questions came spilling out of Georgiana's mouth. "When will you be married? Will Elizabeth be coming to Pemberley for Christmas? Or perhaps we should remain in Hertfordshire for Christmas? I know you would not wish to be away from her for very long. Have you told Mrs. Reynolds? She will be very surprised. I just know the staff will adore her though."
"One question at a time, Pea Head!" He could not help laughing at her excitement. "We are going to marry in the spring. Elizabeth will not spend Christmas with us. And I intend to inform Mrs. Reynolds when we return to Pemberley."
They entered the breakfast room, finding Colonel Fitzwilliam with a half eaten plate of food in front of him.
"Richard, have you heard the news? Fitzwilliam is engaged to Elizabeth! Is that not wonderful?"
"If you say so, Pea Head. But I, for the life of me, can not figure out what Miss Elizabeth sees in your brother." He shot Darcy a teasing glance.
Georgiana scowled at her cousin. "If you can not behave like a gentleman, then you can just return to London, alone."
Darcy stifled a snigger at the colonel's surprised response. Georgiana had never scolded him.
"Forgive me. I was only teasing. Indeed, I am very happy for your brother."
Appeased, Georgiana filled her plate and tucked into her breakfast. Her brother did the same, quite pleased at his sister's reaction to the engagement. He took it as evidence he was doing the right thing.
Three miles away at Longbourn, similar news was being imparted within the Bennet family. Most of them had not even settled in to break their fast when Mrs. Bennet announced Elizabeth's good fortune. Mary, Kitty, and Lydia accepted the news with some surprise, but the overall temperament was indifference.
Mary smiled politely. "Congratulations, Lizzy. Might I recommend a few passages on the duties of a wife? Fordyce has..."
"Oh, hush Mary," Lydia interrupted. "No one wants to listen to boring sermons. I shall tell you all what it takes to please a man." She hid a snicker behind her hand as Elizabeth glared at her admonishingly. Being young and self-centred, and realizing no one but Kitty shared in her humour, she pouted. "I wanted to be the first to be married." Looking slyly over at Kitty, she said, "Perhaps I shall just have to convince Mr. Wickham to marry me before next spring." The two sisters giggled to themselves.
Mrs. Bennet squealed with delight. "Oh, would that not be wonderful! To have two daughters married. Mr. Wickham is very charming." She looked over at Elizabeth. "You know he too was acquainted with the Darcy family. Perhaps we should invite him to dinner as well."
Finally, Mr. Bennet interrupted. "Neither Mr. Wickham, nor any other man of Colonel Forster's regiment, save the colonel, shall step foot into this house so long as I am alive."
"Oh, Mr. Bennet," the matron waved off, "you do delight in vexing me. Of course we must invite Mr. Wickham." She tittered on with her youngest daughter. "He is so very handsome in his red coat."
Mr. Bennet set down his newspaper. "No, Mrs. Bennet, I will not be moved on this. There shall be no red coats at Longbourn, save Colonel Forster and Colonel Fitzwilliam."
Lydia immediately began to wail at the unfairness of her father's decree, and Mrs. Bennet was occupied calming her youngest, effectively ending the discussion of gentleman callers, dinners, and engagements.
Mr. Bennet said in a low tone, "Well, Lizzy, that went better than I expected, did it not?"
Elizabeth suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and only returned an amused smile.
It turned out, the only way to placate Lydia's most recent temper tantrum was to send her to Meryton to purchase some new ribbon and baubles. Dinner too, had to be retrieved from the market, and since Darcy was busy on some business with her father, Elizabeth escorted her youngest two sisters into town.
Upon their arrival at the shops, Elizabeth became separated from her sisters.
When the necessary items were retrieved, she looked about the streets for her sisters. She rolled her eyes when she spotted them flirting openly with two officers of the militia. As she neared, she was even more dismayed to find they were with none other than Wickham and Denny. With a determined stride, she met her two siblings.
She had hoped to affect a quick escape, but it was not to be. Elizabeth's approach was noticed. George Wickham smiled broadly. "Miss Elizabeth," he said as he bowed. "I wish to offer you congratulations on your engagement."
Elizabeth was taken aback, much to the amusement of her sisters and their companions. She quickly recovered, and forced a smile. "Thank you, Mr. Wickham. Though, it is hardly public knowledge yet." She sent a scathing look to her two sisters.
"Have no fear, Miss Elizabeth. I shall not tell another living soul."
Elizabeth ignored him. "Kitty, Lydia, we must return home before the meat spoils."
Unfortunately, Wickham and Denny decided to walk alongside them. Even more alarming, Wickham seemed determined to speak with Elizabeth. He even quickened his gait to keep pace with her. "I must say I was surprised when Miss Lydia told me of your engagement. I did not think Darcy would condescend to such a marriage. I know you were friends, but then so were we." He let out forlorn sigh. "I am happy for you though." He was about to continue when a booming voice stopped him.
"Wickham!"
Everyone turned to identify the caller.
"You will stay away from my fiancée and her family," Darcy bit out as he neared the group.
"Darcy, old friend!" Wickham stepped away from the group to meet Darcy alone. When they were within easy speaking distance of each other, he said with a smirk, "And what will you do if I do not? You would never bloody your hands; and from what I understand, your only saving grace is your attachment to Miss Elizabeth."
"That can easily be remedied since I assume you are up to your usual tricks."
Wickham was about to open his mouth when another figure approached the group on horseback. Upon seeing the rider, he paled. Hurriedly he said, "If I could just give my leave of the Miss Bennets..."
Darcy glanced at the approaching rider he knew to be Colonel Fitzwilliam. "By all means; it would give Richard a chance to have a word or two with you."
Wickham sent a pitiful look towards Lydia, but then left at a brisk pace without a word. A bewildered Captain Denny followed suit.
Lydia called after the retreating soldiers. Before she could give chase though, Colonel Fitzwilliam stopped her. "Ah, Miss Lydia," he said gallantly. He offered Lydia his arm and led her and Kitty towards Longbourn. "I see you and your sisters have been shopping. Have you been successful in your endeavour?"
Under the attention of such a man as the colonel, Lydia quickly forgot the other two. "I have purchased new lace for my gown."
Darcy greeted Elizabeth with a kiss on the hand, and then tucked it into the crook of his arm. "I trust he has not imposed himself upon you too grievously?"
"No, though the other day he did tell me a rather fanciful story about the living at Kympton." She said this with a teasing sparkle in her eye, conveying she knew the truth of things. "And about your father's plan for me to marry him."
Darcy pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes blazed with fury.
"Fitzwilliam, please. I know the truth of his nature."
"His very presence disturbs me. I do not know what he is planning next. Now that we are engaged, he may..." He exhaled forcibly. He did not want to frighten her.
"I will be watchful."
The two walked in silence for a while trailing the other trio.
"It is not true," Darcy said, abruptly. "My father never mentioned an alliance between you and Wickham." When Elizabeth patted his arm, he relaxed further.
"Your father assured me he would not allow the man near Longbourn."
Elizabeth smiled wanly. "While my father will not admit him at Longbourn, he has done nothing to prevent my sisters from meeting him in town."
Darcy nodded, and the grim expression returned. "All the better then, that he will be leaving soon." At Elizabeth's surprised look, he said, "Colonel Fitzwilliam is in the process of arranging for Wickham to take a post on a merchant ship. It has suitable incentives, so it will not take much encouragement for Wickham to accept the offer." At Elizabeth's questioning look, he said, "An acquaintance of Colonel Fitzwilliam owns a ship that it is scheduled to depart England's shores soon. It spends most of its time at sea, sailing between the West Indies, Australia, the Americas, and England. For a small contribution for his troubles, the captain has agreed to give Wickham a post on the ship. He will receive a base salary and a share in the profits."
"You would do that for Wickham?" Elizabeth asked somewhat incredulous. "That is very gracious of you."
Darcy shook his head. "Not at all. This particular merchant ship tends to carry less savoury merchandise that more reputable shipping companies will not. It is well known that the crew often takes their wages in the form of merchandise. As a result, it is frequently in need of deck hands." With a sly look he said, "If Wickham refrains from indulging himself, a share of the profits will allow him to live as a gentleman in a short time."
"But that is not Wickham's nature." Elizabeth finished for him.
The two walked in silence for quite a while, and Darcy could tell Elizabeth was not quite comfortable with the idea.
After several minutes, Darcy said, "What troubles you?"
"You must think me terribly inconsistent. While I enjoy teasing others for their follies, I can not reconcile myself to exploiting them when it could lead to the person's destruction."
Darcy patted the hand that had a firm hold of his arm. "That is because you are too kind-hearted."
At this, Elizabeth chuckled. "You make me sound like Jane, when I most certainly am not."
Darcy chuckled as well. The next moment though, his seriousness returned. "Elizabeth, you must know, if there was another way to keep him from ruining other merchants and daughters, I would employ it. He is too old to join the royal navy, and I would not risk my or my cousin's reputation by recommending him to a reputable enterprise. On this ship, he will be at sea most of the time, far from anyone but his own shipmates."
"I suppose you are correct. It will, after all, be his choice."
Her tone was resigned, and Darcy knew she was not completely satisfied. "Please think on it. If the time comes for his departure, and you are still unsettled, I will find another way to rid us of him."
Elizabeth smiled shyly and looked away. She was not certain why the thought of him so highly regarding her opinion affected her in this manner, but she felt an unfamiliar quiver in her stomach. "I will do as you as say, because I trust you have not taken the issue lightly and have explored other options."
"I have. Richard and I had thought to put him in the regulars, but he could too easily resign and sell that post next year. And since he would most likely end up in battle somewhere, the risk to his life is even greater."
"I am certain you are doing what is best. I should thank you for looking out for my sisters, and not question your method." She smiled up at him.
"They will be my sisters soon enough."
The two walked in silence the rest of the way to Longbourn. Having declined an invitation to tea, Darcy brushed another kiss on Elizabeth's hand. "Your mother has invited us all to dinner tomorrow evening. I shall see you then, and I will bring Georgiana. She was most excited to hear of our engagement, and asked me to pass on her congratulations."
Elizabeth brightened. "I am pleased to hear that. I shall enjoy having her as a sister." After receiving congratulations from Colonel Fitzwilliam, the two gentlemen departed.
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Darcy,
Chapter Fifteen